Dear Troubled Friend

I love you. I worry about you. I don't have all the answers, but I know you can be "you" again. A better you, the you that you have potential to be. You've been through hell, and that road ain't over yet, but you'll get there. Where "there" is, I don't know, but I know you'll be happy someday. You'll be at peace and finally put your pain to rest. And just remember, when you need me, I'll be there. I love you.

"Social Networking Sites"

Yes, I'm blogging a rant about myspace and facebook. I'm so sick of them! I have both. Why? I don't frickin know. I guess because there are so many people that are anti one or the other that I have to spread myself around to keep in contact with all my friends and family. I have way too many friends on each, but if I delete some of them, who the hell do I delete? Yes, I love seeing pictures of my friends and their families, and keeping up with whats new in their lives, but then I feel guilty for not commenting back, or commenting enough, or something. Plus, I have too much laundry to do these days to have time to put on makeup and don my best "profile pic" face to take new pictures to put up :)

PS. I know this is kinda unrelated, but I just thought of it, and it does relate to profile pics. I hate it when people do "rock hands" in almost every single picture they pose for. Same as the duck lips. Sure, you think you look cool, right? Are you frickin kidding me? You look like a douchebag.

The purpose?

Consider this a collection pool, rejection pile, a sewer of sorts, where all the things that don't fit elsewhere, and slip through the cracks end up.